Original subtitles

Previously on "Billy the Kid"...

Billy. You're alive.

[Jesse] You wanna join us, Billy?

I still have a hankering to go straight, Jesse.

How's that gonna happen? You're wanted in two counties.

[Olinger] That might be a problem.

I mean, if you wanna ride with us.

[Jesse] Thing going on between you and Barbara.

Hey, just tell me, you do it in your bed

or you do it in mine?

[Billy] This isn't gonna work.

I'm not sure I can accept having to share you.

[Barbara] I won't belong to either of you, Billy.

Jesse, don't.

And you know what? You can't shoot him.

Why not?

[Billy] This Chihuahua?

[grunts]

[gunshot]

[in Spanish]

Melquiades Segura.

The first thing you're gonna need in this town is a gun.

[gunshots, cans clanking]

[Segura] You told me you play poker.

- There's a big game in town. - [coins clinking]

Dealer is this man called Don Ortiz. He cheats.

I'm not sure how he cheats, but I'm pretty sure he does it.

[men cheering, indistinct chatter]

We have prepared the guest room for you.

[Billy] They want us to stay.

Our money! It's gone!

They made fools of us! What are we gonna do?

I'm not a criminal.

[Segura] You told me you rustled cattle,

you stole horses.

Those are crimes, my friend.

Not against people.

[Segura] I wanna win my money back.

[Don Ortiz]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music plays]

[rain pattering]

[horse snorting]

What can I get you?

Whiskey.

Sure raining out.

Yeah.

[soft music plays]

[glass clatters]

Why are you staring at me?

Thought I recognized you, is all.

And did you?

I don't know.

Depends...

if this is you.

Now, I'm not saying it's a great likeness.

But it's pretty like, wouldn't you say?

I'd like to know why you're holding on to that.

I'm ridin' with a good friend of yours.

He talks about you all the time.

Who might that be?

Jesse Evans.

We're holed up not too far from here.

You know Jesse?

Sure, I do.

Where are you headed?

Maybe we could ride over together,

so you could say hello to Jesse again.

I'm sure he'd appreciate that.

Last time I saw Jesse, things weren't too good between us.

I don't think Jesse harbors any grudges.

Not towards you, anyway.

What's your name?

My name?

I'm Pat Garrett.

[theme music plays]

[somber music plays]

[horse whinnies]

[man] Heads up, boys! It's Pat!

He's got someone with him!

[both] Hyah! Hyah!

[Beckwith] Jesse, you maybe wanna come out here.

Hello, Jesse.

Met Pat Garrett here out on the road,

minding my own business.

Mm-hmm.

[horse whinnies]

It's a neat little hideout.

Oh, I like it. Real private.

You remember Bob Olinger?

John Beckwith?

[Billy] Sure do.

This okay, Jesse?

[chuckles]

Sure it is, Kid.

I'm real glad to see you, Billy.

Surely fate's brought us back together again.

You gonna ride with us this time?

Depends what you're cookin' up.

Rustling John Chisum's cattle.

You heard of John Chisum?

They call him the Cattle King of America.

He's got herds here in Texas,

in New Mexico, all over Lincoln County.

He is one rich son of a bitch,

and we're making good money selling his cattle to the army.

You in?

[horse whinnies]

I'm with you.

We were meant to ride together, Billy.

I know that. You know that.

Let's get you squared away.

[Billy] How'd you know Garrett?

[Jesse] I don't, not so much.

I know he worked as a buffalo hunter in Texas

before they blasted the last herds away.

Then he worked as a cowboy and a cowpuncher in New Mexico.

But something happened back then,

and he never talks about it.

But...I figure he's smart enough.

He's pretty fearless. I...

- I seen that side of him. - Hmm.

What happened to Barbara?

Oh, you know, she, uh...

moved on.

Moved on where?

If you must know, she got herself a job

as a schoolteacher.

[scoffs] Can you imagine that?

Miss Jones.

Yeah, actually, I can.

- Oh, is that right? - Mm.

You didn't think for a second she was too beautiful

just to waste her life as a teacher in a school?

Ain't a waste, Jesse.

She was always a teacher.

Shit, I think she taught me and you more than we even know.

Jesus Christ. What do you figure you can learn

from a teacher in school you can't find out for yourself?

[chuckles]

Pretty much everything.

[chuckles]

[horse panting]

[suspenseful music plays]

- [horse snorting] - [Jesse] Let's go, boys!

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah! Hup, hup.

Hyah! Hyah!

♪♪♪

[shouting indistinctly]

- [horse whinnies] - Hup, hup, hup!

[mooing]

Hey ya! Hey!

Come on! Push 'em up! Let's go!

[hooting and calling indistinctly]

[shouts indistinctly]

Hup, hup!

Whoo!

[indistinct shouting]

[Jesse] Hup, hup! Come on, keep pushing, boys!

[hooting]

- Push 'em up! - Hyah, hyah!

Push 'em. Let's go!

[indistinct shouting]

[horse whinnies and blusters]

[indistinct shouting]

[hooting]

[coins clinking]

[cheering]

[hooting continues]

[cheers and laughter]

[squealing and laughing]

- Come on, boys! - [cheers and laughter continue]

[Jesse] You treat these ladies nice, you hear?

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Let's go. Get outta there!

[indistinct chatter]

Come on, ladies. Here we go.

[indistinct chatter]

[Pat] Okay, it's on me, boy?

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[Jesse] Who's up? Who's up?

- [man] Who is it? - [Beckwith] I'm up!

[Pat] Think you can go in again if you want!

All right, all right.

[laughter]

Hey, hey, hey.

[Beckwith] And that's your fuck you.

[Pat] Aw, you're just raisin' all of us, okay.

- [man] Come on! - [Pat] What do you got?

Whoa, whoa!

What do you got? What do you got?

- [laughter] - [Olinger] Hey, Kid.

Why don't you watch where you're walkin' next time?

I'm all right.

Oh, yeah, big Billy.

Got your face on all the posters.

Shut the fuck up, Olinger.

Hey, you don't tell me what to do, boy.

Now, everyone thinks you're something special.

You ain't special.

I ain't never seen anything special about you.

All right, then let's fight it out.

I ain't fightin' you with a gun.

You ain't that important.

Then let's fight with our fuckin' fists,

like men.

Yeah?

- I'll beat your ass any day. - [laughter]

[Pat] Here we go, boys.

[man] Oh, hell, boys. Watch out! A fight!

- [Jesse] Oh, here we go, boys. - Uhh!

Hey!

- Whoo! - [man] Come on, Billy.

Come on, Billy! Come on, Billy!

[grunting]

- Come on, Billy! - [grunting]

[men shouting indistinctly and cheering]

[grunts]

[laughter and cheers]

All right, Billy, come! Come on now!

[grunting]

- [thud] - Get up, Billy.

Come on, get up, get up, get up!

[grunts]

Get up, man.

- [grunting] - Get him, Billy.

[cheering]

[man] Hey, Bob! He's getting you!

[grunting]

- [men shouting indistinctly] - Get him, Billy!

[Pat] Come on, Billy, you can do it! Come on, Billy!

[grunting]

[both screaming]

Aah!

[laughter and cheers]

- [cheering continues] - [grunting]

Get up, Olinger! Get the fuck up!

[man] Finish him!

Boys...we got a winner!

[all cheering]

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter continues]

No hard feelings, Olinger?

[spits]

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

Mind if I join you?

Happy days.

[chuckles]

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

You mind if I ask you something?

Jesse told me a little bit about you.

He said that somethin'...

somethin' bad happened way back, but he didn't know what.

[exhales deeply]

I married this... beautiful young woman.

Her name was Juanita Gutierrez.

We were head over heels in love.

Mad for it.

But she died...

giving birth.

And so did the baby.

Sorry.

- Hey, Billy. - Huh?

You're getting pretty famous now.

I mean, your face is in a lot of places.

- People talk about you. - That don't mean nothing to me.

Well, if I was that famous,

it sure would mean somethin' to me.

Well, that depends what you get famous for.

Mm.

I sure as hell don't want to be famous for killing people.

It's more than that.

What is it?

I don't know that I know yet.

Then you got no business talking about it.

[cattle mooing]

[Jesse] I don't see any of Chisum's cowboys.

[Beckwith] This feels like a trap.

[Billy] They're driving the herd to market tomorrow,

so we gotta do this now.

Let's go.

[clicks tongue]

[horse blusters]

[men calling indistinctly]

- Hup, hup. - Hyah!

[man] Come on up!

Hyah! Hup, hup, hup.

[calling indistinctly, cattle mooing]

Hup, hup!

Whoo!

[calling indistinctly]

Hup! Hup, hup, hup!

Watch that side, Pat.

Here cattle, yup.

Yah!

Hup, hup, yip!

- [man] Yah! Come on, now! - [Billy] Yip, yip, yip!

[gunshots]

- [Jesse] It's Chisum's boys! - [horse whinnies]

[man] Shoot back at him!

[man 2] He's on the ridge!

[Jesse] Hey, boys!

[gunshot]

Hey, boys!

- [horse whinnies] - Shit!

[shouting indistinctly]

[horses whinnying]

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

[Jesse] Boys, get ahead of the herd! Get ahead of the herd!

- [horse whinnies] - Olinger! Get up there!

[horses neighing]

- [horse neighing] - [grunts]

Go, go! Let's go, boys! Yah, yah!

Let's go, boys! Come on! Let's go!

- [yells indistinctly] - [horse whinnies]

[gunshots]

[horse whinnies]

Let's get out of here, boys! Come on!

[Jesse] Billy, come on!

[gunshots continue]

Hup, hup!

[suspenseful music plays]

[gunshot]

[horse roaring]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[breathing heavily]

[gun clicking]

No need to shoot me again.

I'm dying.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

Why did you have to do it?

Why do you have to rob and kill people like me?

Can't you speak?

[panting]

- [gun clicking] - [gunshot]

[water splashes]

[panting]

[strings tuning]

We made the papers, boys.

"A vile collection of desperados in West Texas,

known as the Seven Rivers Gang,

has been brazenly stealing herds from cattle king John Chisum,

spreading bloodshed and terror across the state.

A recent shootout between the gang

and some of Chisum's cowboys

resulted in the deaths of five men,

including Chisum's young nephew, a lad of 17.

Little is known about the gang or their whereabouts.

But one member of the gang is reputed to be...

the infernal...

William H. Bonney."

"Wanted for a murder of a blacksmith in Arizona

and a card dealer in Mexico,

Bonney is a desperado of the worst type.

He is by nature as well as by education

reckless of his own life

and perfectly regardless of those of others.

Thrown into often-occurring danger and adventures

in an early period of his life, and his training...

left to the force of circumstances,

it is no wonder that he is today considered

one of the most dangerous and lawless individuals

in the United States.

Texas Rangers are hunting the scoundrels,

moving relentlessly on their likely hideouts."

Well, I reckon they're gonna find us, boys.

So it's time we get ready to clear out.

[fiddle playing slow Irish tune]

♪♪♪

[Billy] Come on, Morris. Hit that thing.

[man] Come on, Beckwith!

[Billy] Come on.

Come on, Mark!

[cheering]

- That's it, that's it! - Yep, yep!

- Billy! - [indistinct shouting]

- [gunshots] - [man] We got company, boys!

- [Jesse] Boys! - [man] Go, go!

[indistinct shouting]

[Baker] Jesse! It's me, Baker!

Hey, hold your fire! Hold your fire!

I know 'em! I know 'em! They're friends.

Boys, allow me to introduce a very old friend of mine,

- Frank Baker. - [horse blusters]

Sure am happy to see all of you.

Me and Jesse go back a while.

We've always talked about going into business together.

That's why I'm here.

We have an opportunity for you boys,

opportunity for us all to make a great deal of money,

as well as having some fun.

You know, I know you need to quit this place.

I read the papers.

I understand you got William Bonney here with you.

Yeah. I'm here.

[horse whinnies in distance]

It sure is a real pleasure to meet you.

We've all heard a lot about you.

Let's go inside.

The plan, boys, is for us to join forces and ride across

the Pecos River and head on in to Lincoln County.

You know anything about Lincoln County?

It's still a pretty wild place.

Most important thing is there's no real law in Lincoln County.

- [chuckling] - [Baker] They got a fort

and a handful of soldiers, but most of the law

comes from the barrel of a gun.

There's a big player in Lincoln.

His name's Lawrence P. Murphy.

He owns stores, he owns cattle,

he supplies Fort Stanton and the reservation offices

there with grain, cattle, horses, everything you need.

Naturally, he wants to protect his operation.

And that's where we come in.

His cattle regularly gets stolen,

and he's got criminal types moving in from Santa Fe

and elsewhere tryin' to muscle in on his other businesses.

So, he needs his own people to discourage them,

and he's prepared to pay good money to get 'em.

What do you say?

Oh, I think we could probably help him out. Right, boys?

[laughter]

And, Billy...

I need to know where you stand in all this.

If you agree to join us,

I guarantee Murphy's gonna hire us.

And I'll tell you something else.

We'll make sure you get the biggest slice of the cake

when it comes time for remuneration.

Just...wait a minute there, Frank.

[Baker] Well, Billy's name alone is worth that.

[Jesse] This is my gang. These are my boys.

You got to understand, Jesse. It's just not the same.

[Billy] Calm down, Jesse.

You know he's right.

I'm William H. Bonney.

The reason you came here, right, Mr. Baker?

[grunts]

So, from now on, if people want my services...

they're gonna have to pay for 'em.

Simple as that.

Now, sit down, Jesse.

[sighs]

[horse whinnies in distance]

Hey, boys! Came across this Mexican kid in town.

Kid said he's looking for William Bonney.

[in Spanish]

Hey, what's he saying?

He's saying that a friend of mine is in jail

in Chihuahua, needs my help.

We're setting out for Lincoln. It's all arranged.

You can all go ahead. I'll meet you there.

This won't take long.

[sighing]

Billy, you believe this kid?

He's a Mexican.

They're all liars.

He ain't lyin', Jesse.

You know I don't feel the same way about 'em as you do.

You're entitled to your opinion, Billy,

but you're wrong.

You know, I've heard you say the same shit about us Irish.

The men who ran my father outta town,

put him out of business, they were Irish.

And I never held that against you.

Sorry you won't be riding with us.

I'll be right behind you.

I hope so.

[horse grunting]

Jesse told me he's known you a long time,

and by a lot of different names...

Kid Antrim, William H. Bonney.

Just "The Kid."

Damn it all, after all you've done,

you still look like a kid to me. So...

that's what I'm going to call you from now on.

I'm gonna call you "Billy the Kid."

It has a nice ring to it, don't it?

It's all right.

I'll see you in Lincoln, Pat.

- [horse nickers] - [clicks tongue]

Hyah!

[adventurous music plays]

[suspenseful music plays]

[door closes]

[exhales deeply]

[urinating]

- [gasps] - Shh.

[urinating stops]

[in Spanish]

[urinating continues]

[urinating stops]

Finished?

Okay.

[Billy] Don't fucking look at me.

[breathing heavily]

- [gunshots] - [screaming]

[grunts]

[panting]

[panting]

Billy, you came.

I had to. You're in here 'cause of me.

How many are there usually?

Three.

You seem different.

[suspenseful music]

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

You aredifferent.

[dramatic music plays]

[Billy] Hyah! Hyah! Hah!

[gunshot]

Hyah! Hyah!

[gunshot]

[bleating]

[dog barking in distance]

- [Segura] Jesus. - [Jesus] Segura.

[dog continues barking]

Segura.

[dog barking]

[bleating]

[footsteps approach]

[gunshots]

[exhales deeply]

I'm sorry.

Things always seem to end up this way.

It's not your fault, amigo.

I wish I could believe that things could change...

people could change.

My mother believed that.

I believe it too, Billy.

I'm gonna change.

I owe it to Jesus, I owe it to my father,

and I owe it to you.

You know we can't ride on together.

They'll be looking for the two of us.

I'm gonna miss you.

Me, too, amigo.

No.

[clicks tongue]

[dramatic orchestral music plays]